Dead Babies – by Doug D’Elia
From a distance it looks as if she is carrying a sack of rice, but it’s a dead baby she’ll place at our feet with sad eyes, and a ghost of a chance. As if our magic, our special medicine could heal its napalm burnt, shrapnel infested body. As if we can bring her baby […]
Odds and Ends – by Corey Mesler
I think a twist of metal is a spider. I think a spider is the Antichrist. I think the Antichrist sleeps at my feet. I think I will live forever. I find a note to myself written inside a seashell: There are no odds. I still believe in odds. I still believe in ends. I […]